So You've Fallen for a Madrigal? (Camilo Madrigal x female reader)

40. Confession Time

You finish making the flower crowns and place one on Camilo's head. It looks cute over his fluffy hair.

"Ah, mi princesa," you say, bowing to him. He snickers.

"So , what should we do now?" he asks.
"Well we could..." you inch closer to him, "FIGHT!"

Without much warning, you jump on him, causing you both to fall over with you on top of him. You both blush intensely, but you don't care. You sit up, and begin throwing soft punches at his chest. He chuckles, and then puts on a show.

"OH, HOW I'VE BEEN FATALLY WOUNDED," he exaggerates. With that, he rests his entire body, giving the appearance of a dead person.

You giggle and delight at his little show.
"I'VE WON!" you screech, throwing your hands in the air.
"Not yet," he says, beginning to move again, "I'VE BEEN RESURRECTED!!!"

Suddenly, Camilo begins tickling you. Being as ticklish as you are, you can't help but topple over and begin rolling around, trying to escape him.

Eventually, he manages to trap you by putting one knee around both sides of your body to keep you from rolling away. With that, he begins tickling you even more.

"Haha! I've caught you," he says fiercely.
"NOOOOO!" you squeal, trying to escape.

Finally, you're able to squirm out of his grasp. When you do, he stops trying to attack you, and looks up at the stars. You turn on the radio, and take a seat next to him.

"Y'know, the stars are really pretty tonight," Camilo says.
"Yeah... and what makes it even better is that the moon sheds a lot of light, so we don't have to bring a lantern."
"True."

"You know how you asked earlier about if this was a date?" you mention.
"U-uhm... yeah," he says hesitantly.

"Well uhm... honestly, I like you- a lot," you say bravely.
"Do you mean you like- 'like' like me?" he stutters.
"Mhm," you nod.
"Oh- uhm..." he starts

"I hope you're happy to know that I
              feel the same way."

"Oh- so uh... does this mean we're dating, now?"
"I'd say so," he chuckles, leaning over and giving you a hug.

Suddenly, one of your favorite songs comes on the radio.
"Oh, I love this song!" you exclaim.
"Care to dance?" Camilo stands up, and offers you his hand.

"Of course, mi amor, but I'm not good at it."
"I thought you took dance classes."
"Pfffft- that's an organized type of dance," you scoff.

You take his hand, and prepare to dance. When the chorus starts, you begin to move, trying to connect your moves with Camilo's.

"Hey, you're not bad at this..." he says. He gives you a little spin, and brings you back in, his hands now finding their way around your waist. You blush, but you definitely enjoy all of the attention.

When the song ends, Camilo leans you over, holding you up in his arms, and softly kisses you. You couldn't have ended the night more perfectly yourself.